Sunday, May 29, 2011

The Squibs vs. Holiday Inn

We took a short overnight trip this weekend to watch my cousin, Gunnar, compete in the state track meet. 

We arrived Friday evening, just in time to hit the pool.

Well..."we" minus Jace.  He spent the evening hyperventilating into unconsciousness on the lap of my Aunt Ranelle. 

Biggs hates the pool.  We're working on it.
(And...yes.  The kid's hair has seemingly turned red overnight.  Not sure what that's about...)

LC was a PIG in MUD, since she got to spend the evening in the company of her sweet cousin Campbell.

Campbell spent most of her time swimming with her Aunt Mercedes...

While LC divided her time between swimming with me...

...and sitting, poolside, flirting with cute blondes who happened by.

After our swim, we headed back to the room to crash.

Nothing predicts what a hotel stay is going to be like more accurately than the phrase, "I'm sorry.  We don't have any cribs or toddler beds available this evening."

We had one bed and one pull out sofa.

But, LC is an avid sleepwalker.  So, she requires an adult snoozer on each side for her own personal safety.

And we were pretty confident Pudge and Biggs would NOT be successful as co-sleepers in our king-sized bed.

Jace has the amazing gift of truly believing he has fallen asleep if he is surrounded by darkness.  It.  is.  magical.  No matter where he is or what the situation, give the kid a bottle and some dark and you are 100% guaranteed to have a snoozer on your hands in under 5 minutes.

100%.  Guaranteed.

Which is how he ended up with the short straw in our hotel sleeping arrangements.

As this...

...became the Biggie bachelor pad for the night.

For the record, we did leave the closet door slightly ajar for circulation purposes.

And, as added defense...should this post find its way to the social services department...he was the ONLY member of our family who got a decent night's sleep.

Luckily, our torturous overnight was well-rewarded by Gunnar's Saturday performance.  He medaled in each of his events and made us super proud to be members in his squishy little fan club.

Way to go, Gunn.  We'll be there screaming for you next year...

...hopefully as a more well-rested cheering section.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Squib Shopping Spree

Thanks to the home therapists that visit us weekly, LC and Jace received a grant for a new iPad 2!

Today, after Dad got home from work, we went on a little shopping spree to the Apple store.

There were so many things to see and so many choices to make!

Miss Jennifer, an Apple employee,  had been waiting for our arrival and bumped us right to the front of the line and helped us make all our important choices.

Even though we were receiving rockstar treatment, everybody but Dad was pretty overstimulated within the first 15 minutes of our visit, so the squibs and I spent the rest of the time watching the water fountains outside the Apple store while Dad took care of business.

That new magic machine was a definite hit as soon as we got it out of the box at home.

And the squibs thought it was a THOUSAND times better than mom's ol' iPhone.  (Thank you, Jesus.)

We are so blessed to have the therapists we do and the incredible tools they equip us with to meet our learning goals.

But, I don't think I need to tell you who treated himself to a nice, long dose of therapy after squib bedtime.
Pretty sure we all saw that one coming...

Wordless Wednesday: Happy Hour

Monday, May 23, 2011

Hope for the Chosen...

I have no doubt that I love a God who is large enough to sway the highest courts of an unfamiliar country to rule in favor of a sparkle in a toddler's eyes over the formal decree of a previous judge.

I have no doubt that I love a God who is small enough to curl up beside a toddler sleeping in a sparse orphanage crib and whisper into little ears the divine promises of a future and a hope.

I have no doubt that I love a God I cannot understand...who sees blossoms where I only see broken...who sees possibility where I only see persecution...who sees acceptance where I only see abandonment...

but I'm praying that my God will show his mercy in the next few hours in a way that I do understand.

I pray that my God will show his unfathomable compassion in a picture I recognize.

I pray that God will show his face in a scene that I have the gluttonous privilege of seeing played out on my living room floor every.  single.  day.

And I have such good reason to hope that he will...

because I love a God who has already shown a soft spot for the sight of a son running into his father's arms. 

Kirill and his family will be preoccupying my every prayer and thought today.

I hope they'll find their way into your own hearts and minds as well.

Updated:  I can absolutely feel the grin of God beaming down on Gregory Kirill Davis today.  So many hearts are exploding in hallelujahs...blessed are the chosen.  Welcome home, Davis family.  Welcome home.


...there exists... this world...

...a bigger dweeb...

...than MY son...

I have yet to meet him.

But, when I do, I hope THAT one has learned how to pucker.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

If LC's Pushing Your Tractor...

...I suggest you hold on.  Tight.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear

no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

 here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
-e.e. cummings

It was a poem I knew long before I had a daughter.
Long before I had a son.

And, when I'd read it years before, I'd smiled at its romanticism and rolled my eyes at its dramatic proclamations of world-reducing affection.

And then I read it again.

Hours before my daughter's heart was routinely scheduled to stop beating.

And I couldn't swallow for the truth it carried.

We're praying for Vada today.

whatever a sun will always sing is you, Vada, dear.

And we know how your family is longing to have your house filled again with your songs.

hurry home, Vada.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Our Gentle Giant

We have a three bedroom house.

Within our (small) house we have over 10 baby gates.


Why?  You ask.

Biggie got into our bedroom this morning.

When he couldn't quite get the door to the towel cupboard open to peek inside?

He ripped the door off its hinges.

We're talking splintered wood and irreparable damage, people.

Life with Baby Huey can get expensive. 
In the case of the Biggs, low tone concerns do NOT apply.

Lately, Pudge's molars are giving her a run for her money.
Those suckers will.  NOT.  come.  IN.

When LC's upset, Jace is driven to distraction.

And, while I see LC tackle Jace at LEAST five times a day, I've never seen Jace instigate the rough housing.

Unless the love doctor has a prescription to deliver.

Smooches not working?

Then you're gettin' snuggled, sister.

Go ahead and try to fight it...

...but Captain Testosterone will always win in the end.
Here's hoping he keeps using those powers primarily for good...

Mom in the Picture Monday: First Trip to the Zoo.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Squib Dating

Since Biggie is 19 months, he's finally reached the okayed age for chaperoned dating.

He hit the ground running by scoring a date with Josie, a bona fide celebrity.

In retrospect, we probably should have set that bar a little lower.

Things looked like they were off to a strong start.

Jace was obviously STOKED to see he'd be spending his evening with a gorgeous, blue-eyed blonde...

Her manners were impeccable and Biggs complimented her accessories, just like he and Dad had rehearsed...

Then, Jace ran down the list of foods he refused to consume based on the philosophy behind his commitment to a Trix, yogurt and oatmeal-only diet.

Seven minutes into his spiel, Josie suggested they just order drinks.

Like so many others before her, Josie quickly realized she was sitting in a restaurant not of her choosing with a companion who had falsely sold himself as a witty conversationalist.

But, like any true lady, she let him down easy and suggested they try it out again sometime platonically...perhaps over an order of tater tots.

Thanks for the great evening, Lady Jo.  We'll definitely take into account your suggestions regarding the importance of fresh diapers and limited aftershave to set us up for future socializing success.  Biggs is so lucky to be learning from the best.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Sixty Seconds...

...of typical tub time...

Quick Note from the Biggs...

Yay for technical difficulties!
Since blogger was down all day yesterday (insert growl here) we'll extend the color book deadline until late this evening...just comment with your favorite color and email to let us know you'd like a set of cards and song lyrics!